driven over some roach-ragged road

POSTED: Wed Sep 18, 2019 7:30 pm

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Khael pulled the strap of the harness taut, harshly enough that the donkey twisted its head toward her with a short bray. She hissed. "You bite me and I'll turn you into leather." The animal swung its head back away from her, ears pinned, when she quickly raised a fist in threat. She went back to adjusting the straps, a little more carefully this time, and tugged on the saddlebags attached to the simplistic harness to make sure they were secure.

They were not bringing a great deal with them, but their wares included several jars of goods she did not wish to fall and break. Balanced on the donkey's back, also strapped tightly, was a woven box with young, piebald rabbits inside. Most were communal Salsolan goods, though most of what they intended to bring back was meant to be for the Thistle Kingdom anyway.

"Are we ready?" came a singsong from down the trail. Khael turned to watch her wife walk through the briars, brushing down her dress, a plainer affair than the finely-dyed goods she wore to the Suppers. "Oh, that isn't too heavy for him, is it? Hello, sötnos," she cooed, coming over to stroke the donkey's muzzle. He pressed his velvety, whiskered chin into her hands while Khael snorted.

"He will be fine. I've seen smaller ones carry more weight in the desert." She handed the halter rope off to Katinka, who gave the equine one last pat before they set off along the path.

It was an unmarked road through the woods, twists and turns of asphalt. Any cars that remained were rusted husks grown through with bowed saplings, half-hidden by the bracken. They were already a good fifteen miles from Salsola, where the sparse forest was beginning to give way to marshier ground. The best way to stay dry was to keep to the old human routes.

Tink sang softly as they walked, and Khael took up the rear, her ember eyes shifting between the wolfdog and their goods, and the surrounding wood.

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Thu Sep 19, 2019 6:01 pm


Grumbling to himself all the while, Shamus pushed a branch away from his head and stepped forward over a boulder. Somehow his only male lamb had managed to wiggle out of a gap in the enclosure he had built and wandered off. After he had shored up the makeshift fence the male had set off after the stupid thing, leaving Rós behind to watch out for predators.

Mostly worried about the little thing at first, he had grown progressively more annoyed as he continued to follow his trail further and further away from his camp. Shamus had already had to cross two streams and pick his way over marshy ground, resulting in soaked trouser. Thankfully, the wether had managed to make his way onto the broken remains of an asphalt road out of the wet. Carefully picking his way through the broken remains of rusted-out cars covered in bracken, doing his best to ring out his wet pants. Thankfully he hadn't started wearing a shirt for winter yet.

Anyone else would have given up after the first mile, but Shamus was determined not to lose any other members of his flock. At last, he caught a flash of white ahead. Trotting forward around a bend in the road the male finally saw his wayward lamb. "There you are you little idiot!" The male walked forwarded quickly looped his arm the half-grown lamb's neck. Exhausted by his three-mile journey, he startled for a moment but stopped struggling as soon as he recognized Shamus' smell. Sighing softly as he realized his wether couldn't walk for much longer, the hybrid tucked his free arm under his rump and picked him up, supporting most of his weight against his hip.

Looking up at the sound of soft singing, he continued along the road for another minute and saw a pair of females and a donkey ahead of him. Leading the way, and the donkey, was a slender female, much shorter than Shamus. Following behind her was a taller more heavily muscled female. Bowing his head briefly, he called out calmly, "Hello there!"

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POSTED: Sat Sep 28, 2019 9:18 pm

When the masculine voice hailed them, Khael pricked her ears and dropped her hand to the short-spear tied to her hip. She didn't bother to conceal her weapon, hoping that its presence would dissuade thieves. (The knife on her person, meanwhile, was hidden under cloth). She turned to fix burning orange eyes on the stranger: a tall, shaggy wolfdog –

Carrying a lanky lamb.

Katinka turned quickly around, tense and alert, but the man's calm brogue and the young sheep in his arms brightened her at once. Oh, hello! she greeted back, and laughed a little at the sheep, a hand covering her mouth delicately. You look like you've been on a little adventure, haven't you? Dirt and debris, like burrs, collected on the lamb's dangling legs told a story – as did the man's rather damp pants. There was no unkindness in Tink's voice, only amusement, though her bright blue eyes sized the loner up with a sensible amount of caution.

Utterly unmoved, Khael put a hand on her hip and stared.

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Sat Oct 12, 2019 6:08 pm


Knowing that his sheer size could often intimidate others, particularly females, Shamus was careful to stand to the side of the road, leaving an obvious route past him. The spear strapped to the side of the orange-eyed female told it’s own story, and he didn’t want to cause any trouble. After all, these two might look like traders at first glance, but he didn’t know what they were capable of.

The other female’s soft laughter and amused tone brought a quick grin to his face, shaking him from his somewhat grim thoughts. Annoyance beginning to fade, the male could easily recognize the humor in his situation. “Is it that obvious?”

Setting his temporary burden down, but keeping a hold of the exhausted lamb, he continued, “This little one decided he wanted to do a bit of exploring and dragged me along for the ride.” A glance showed the armed female was still wary. Hoping his obvious lack of weapons would reassure her a bit, the hybrid decided to introduce himself. “I’m Shamus.”

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